Guardian Chapter 85: Yin fish yin fire, yin fish yang fire
The falling "Rainbow Pear Flower Sword" directly destroyed the formation of imprisonment and resentment.
The evil spirit was forced back by the clear light sword that appeared first, and then back again.
Shen Sha seemed to be extremely jealous of this clear lightsaber, roaring "You have to let me hold on for a few more rounds", constantly avoiding the sword light's chopping.
The sword shadow of the Qingguangjian seems to be pushing the grievance towards the evil intentionally.
Unknowingly, he left the gambling house and fleeed away.
"Why is it the direction of the sword furnace?" Cao Guangxiao followed closely, waving his big hand, and signaled the soul-suppressor to ignore the sword on the ground and keep the soul as the primary goal.
Chen Feng ran after Cao Guangxiao, his stomach full of doubts for some reason.
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Kyoto.
Sword furnace.
Not a furnace for forging swords.
It is the force that casts famous swords.
The owner of the furnace is Duan Qi'an, Dashun's long-time prestigious sword-making master. He was given the nickname "Lord Forging", which shows his position in the process of sword-making.
The bottom of the sword furnace is engraved with formations.
The ground is gushing, but the surrounding environment is not scorching hot.
On the contrary, the flames are blue and cold, like ghost fires.
It is said that the ancestor of the sword furnace was a first-grade swordsman. He had an adventure and was regarded as his master by a Yangyu.
This yang fish can vomit yin fire, and it can also adjust the balance of yin and yang.
The fire here is just how thin it breathes.
As for whether it is not, no one can ask for it.
Anyway, the famous swords that Sword Furnace is proud of are all forged under this fire formation.
Tonight.
Duan Qi'an is forging a peerless magic weapon that can be used as a weapon to protect the country.
If it succeeds, the status of the sword furnace will rise to the next level.
Because of the scarce materials in the world, this **** soldier was commissioned by King An to create it and give it to his father as a 60-year-old gift.
Status is not status, and Duan Qi'an doesn't care about money or money.
It is the lifelong pursuit of a swordsmith to forge a magic weapon that has no one before and after, and surpass the achievements of the patriarch.
In front of Duan Qi'an, is a huge sword calcined in a finished style.
Even in the faint blue flames, this huge sword is overflowing with color, and the sword aura is compelling.
It's a pity that a weapon of this level is not extraordinary, and it is not a magic weapon.
"It's been half a year, half a year, why, why can I create the world's number one sword if the sword spirit is born?" He was crazy, shaking his head, restless Walking around.
His hair is disheveled, and his hair has become dreadlocks because it hasn't been taken care of for a long time.
His eyes are red, and he is already sleepy and tired, but he is full of energy and irritable.
"The yin fire is too strong, the yang fire is weak, and the balance is not enough."
An unhurried voice sounded behind Duan Qi'an.
He turned around abruptly, staring with scarlet eyes, and unceremoniously, his hands clasped the collar of the speaker, "Why not, why not, if you are not enough, you can use Yin and Yang Dao, if you are not enough, you can steal the stupid one. The sun of the fish, aren’t you the burrowing worker, the servant, ah, the servant, ah, ah, steal it for me."
This servant is not the leader of the caveman who ran away from the dry well.
He was dressed in a black robe and a mask, showing only hazy eyes and pale arms.
He broke off Duan Qi'an's hand bit by bit, and his tone was still like the underworld, "The yin fish under the coffin and the yang fish under the sword furnace are a pair. If I use the yin and yang way, yin and yang attract each other, you Do you want this sword furnace? Yang Huo is not just for it. Think about it."
"Yes, yes, Yang Huo, Yang Huo, ah, ah, ah, ah." Duan Qi'an let go of Zunshi's collar and kept talking.
"Add another drug introduction, quickly, give me a fierce addition." Duan Qi'an roared, shouted, dancing with hands and feet, chattering, squatting on the ground and crying, jumping up and slapped slaplessly. People are generally neurotic.
Sword furnace disciples heard the sound, and they showed bitterness from a distance, pushing each other.
"You go."
"I am a brother, I am not going."
"You are a junior, who do you not go."
"Whoever loves to go, I will not go anyway."
"Where did everyone die." Duan Qi'an's roar sounded again, accompanied by a sword light, directly piercing the body of a sword furnace disciple.
The disciple's eyes trembled, he clutched his chest, and fell to the ground, staring at him.
The rest of the disciples were silent, never daring to argue anymore, opened the cage behind them, and pressed out the living people whose eyes were pierced and their tongues cut off.
The sacrifice of swords by living people has existed since ancient times.
It's just that the sword furnace of the Dashun Dynasty is even better.
It takes human blood to pour the sword to cool down, human flesh to quench the sword, human heart to open the sword, and human life to forge the sword spirit.
The beautiful name is that it is a sword forged by the country, and it is worthy of death.
Oh, such a master swordsmith.
Oh, such a sword furnace that forges the sword for the king.
The monster beast in Qingfeng Tower sells human heart, and the monster market sells human flesh. In the final analysis, it is just scraps that this sword furnace can't look up to.
The Sword Furnace disciple dragged and dragged, pressing down on the living people, but he was silent, and he didn't dare to take a breath.
The living people are struggling, twisting, unable to see, unable to speak, and feel bad, ah ah ah roaring and crying blood and tears.
Duan Qi'an danced and danced aside, as the living people were pushed into the stove to burn the human-shaped Hokage.
His eyes flashed with excitement, and his lips dripped, "Not enough, not enough, more Yanghuo, more."
Hehe, life in his eyes is just a handful of firewood, not enough to add more.
More and more living people were pushed into the furnace until the entire cage became empty.
Only the long dark red blood trailing from the cage to the fire on the ground seemed to indicate that there used to be a group of living people who could not control their own destiny.
"It's not enough, it's not enough." Duan Qi'an's eyes are blushing, and he stares at the fire.
"No...No more, Master." The eldest disciple of Jianlu had the courage. He just finished speaking and fell to his knees. He didn't dare to look up at Duan Qi'an, who was already in a frenzy. He wanted to give himself something to him. Mouth, my brain cramped, what can I say back.
"Aren't you, ah, you, you, you, and you are all firewood." Duan Qi'an grabbed the big disciple's neck, snapped off his spine, and threw his corpse Into the stove.
The remaining disciples were so frightened that their bodies were like sifting chaff, no matter what kind of mentorship, they abandoned their swords and fled.
Duan Qi'an yelled "It's all sun fire" and laughed wildly, chasing the disciples running around, kicking them into the stove one by one.
It's ironic that the salaries have changed their salaries.
The great sword of the furnace rose sharply, and the sun was strong.
The servant was aside, and reminded him of whether the yin and the yang are neither yin nor yang. "The yang fire is too strong, the yin fire is not supplemented, and the balance is broken."
"Yin Huo, Yin Huo." Duan Qi'an held his head, grabbed a lot of hair, bit his finger violently, and splashed it on the ground.
The flames violently burst into the blue ground, and the formation flowed.
A slap-sized red koi with a single whisker was dragged out of the ground by the streamer in the formation.
"Destroy my true body, imprison my soul, and wait...puff." The koi uttered a word, puffed, and Duan Qi'an grabbed the gills and squeezed its body with both hands.
"Yin Huo, I want Yin Huo." Regardless of it, Duan Qi'an had blue veins on his hand violently, squeezing a few drops of blue liquid from the mouth of the koi carp.
This yang fish and yin fire is actually its essence.
"Yin and yang balance is finally possible, finally possible." Duan Qi'an drew the blue liquid with excitement, his eyes bulged into goldfish's eyeballs.
I haven't waited for him to put down the languid Yangyu.
Only a muffled sound was heard.
Duan Qi'an showed incredible eyes, lowered his head to see a blood-red hand with a pale white, slowly retracting from the position of his open heart.